The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Rufus' POV:

I froze on the spot and my mind went completely blank. I could only feel my heart being squeezed. It took me a while to come back to my senses.

I pried the little girl's hands off, squatted down, and looked at her seriously. "What's your name?" The little girl tilted her head to the side and looked at me in confusion. "You're my dad. How could you not know my name?"

I was choked. "I'm not your father," I said in a hoarse voice.

"Huh?" The little girl's doe-like eyes went as wide as saucers. "Daddy, are you playing games with me?"

I touched my forehead helplessly. "No, I'm not playing games with you."

"All right." The little girl wrapped her chubby fingers around my index finger and said solemnly, "My name is Beryl, but you should call me Baby Beryl."

"Okay, Beryl."

girl puffed

choice but to compromise. "Well... Okay, Baby Beryl. Can you tell me where you're from?" Beryl thought for a

babies, not male werewolves. But she was so young that I figured she wouldn't understand. I couldn't help but wonder if the little girl had

still remember your family?

welling up with tears. "I can't

as though she would burst

the topic and called the doctor in. "Is she okay? She seems to be

She wiped her tears away, planted her

"Little girl, where'd you

know. They're just in my mind. Anyway, I'm not

To the doctor, I

chin and mused, "The child must've suffered a concussion thanks to those robbers. Concussions could lead to temporary memory loss. Presumably, before the child fainted, the last person she saw was

wordlessly. If she lost her memory, things would be trickier now. Even if the notice worked, I couldn't be sure if the person who came to me was actually Beryl's family. "Daddy, braid my hair." Beryl pulled the pink hair band off her wrist and placed it

finally managed to open my mouth to refuse, Beryl turned around and looked at me